James whines as his fangs are withdrawn from Dorian's throat he gives a small snap of his fangs towards the elder but quickly settles as he is lifted by the elder. Jame's face moves to Dorian's chest as he is carried from the room. Outside the door he can hear the heart beats of the people and lazily turns to look at them with mild curiosity. He is not hungry and quickly determinds that they are worthy of his time so settles himself back down. He understands why the inn keeper is so disgusted but can not find the energy to care about her opinion or the fact that before he became like this he would have been the same. They move into the bathroom and he is put down.

James quickly pulls off his pants and climbs into the warm bath tub, the sensation against his skin is comforting and he slips himself under the water. Without the need for breath he remains under the water for several minutes before coming up and starting to scrub himself with the soap. Within a few short moments the bath water is dark with the dirt he has washed off of his body. He is starting to feel better now that he was cleaned and fed, but he still wants to sleep. He turns towards Dorian. "Can we wash my hair now?I want to sleep." He had barely slept since becoming a vampire and he is exhausted.